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Comic Review: Cyclops #1-12

You know, I am not a fan of Cyclops. I don’t know that I ever have been really, but since I’ve been reading his adventures since he first appeared in Giant Size X-Men and then into X-Men #94, I suppose there have been times that I’ve liked him more than others, but let’s be honest, he’s really been kind of a whiny little bitch who cried about losing Jean Grey a lot and he’s never been much of a leader in my opinion. During the excrebale Avengers vs. X-Men event, he became even worse and has never really recovered. This isn’t that character, this is Cyclops at an earlier point in time, not long after he joined the X-Men and while I did get this entire series, it always fell to the very bottom of my reading pile. Always. Maybe my recent utter hatred for the character influenced my choices. Now that it’s over though, I guess I might as well give it a read and report on what it’s like. This should be… well, if not fun, then at least interesting.

Okay, it isn’t exactly the 616 Scott Summers that I know and loathe, this is supposedly the younger version that was brought back in time in All-New X-Men that has been fighting alongside his older self for a while. He’s now discovered that his father, who he thought was dead, isn’t really and together they go off into space to learn more about each other, but life as an infamous space pirate and outlaw isn’t as easy as you might think, but that’s okay because Scott has more than a blade by his side.

The thing that saved it for me was both Scott’s youth and the fact that we got a pretty decent Starjammer storyline. I don’t like Cyclops but I sure do like the Starjammers. Even Scott wasn’t that bad, he had a youthful exuberance to him, without the mopey Jean-whining and the undeserved egotistical bluster. It was much more fun that way than I expected, but alas, it wasn’t to last.

In the end though, it all turned out to be a dream. Or a hallucination. Or something. Corsair really was dead, or at least out of the picture, Scott had imagined the entire comic as part of his role in The Black Vortex storyline and that really killed the whole thing for me. It’s too bad because I actually liked the rest of the series, but now… no. In fact, I feel extremely betrayed by the last issue. I don’t give a damn about The Black Vortex at all and, as I’ve said, I hate modern Scott, particularly post-AvX Scott, particularly particularly magical mega-powered Scott. He’s probably at the height of his dickishness and I have no interest in him at all that way. I can take a nostalgic view of old-school Cyclops, but it was all wishful thinking and that’s where I slammed the last issue down in disgust. Fuck you Marvel. Just fuck you.